Hello again, Sora here! As I look back, I realize it has been a few days over a month since I last updated. Please accept my apologies. Senior year has kept me rather busy! I have to graduate after all, the gown has already been ordered. Anyway, enough with the excuses. I am here now, and so is chapter eight of Love and Family.

I would quite seriously like to thank every person who has reviewed my story so far. Your support truly keeps me going. 130 reviews make me feel nearly giddy with joy. Thank you all!

I do not own Teen Titans, but I'm okay with it. Here we go.

"Well?" Bruce drawled slowly, "I'm waiting for what should be a most fascinating explanation." Starfire chose that moment to wander into the room seeking her friends. She had heard Bruce's sarcastic prompt and was a little confused. As adept as the alien woman was becoming with Earth customs, the identification and use of sarcasm was still elusive.

"What is there to explain?" she asked curiously. "Friends Robin and Raven became joined in the manner of couple's and are bringing a new life into the world. Should not this be a most joyful occasion and not a time for such looks of ugliness?"

Bruce did nothing save to glare at the Tamaranian's joyful description of the situation. "You were not invited to this conversation," he bit out. Starfire became startled and hurt. Her cheerful manner meant she was rarely on the receiving end of such harshness. Even Raven was gentler.

"Umm." She was suddenly at a loss. Raven came to the defense of her friend.

"Cool it Grandpa," she nearly growled out. Bruce looked completely taken aback, people did not speak in such a manner to the intimidating man. Behind Raven, Starfire grinned briefly before tending to Robin who appeared to have fallen into fits of twitching. He just knew Bruce would kill them both for that.

"Excuse me?" Bruce asked incredulously.

"You heard me," Raven snapped back, "lay off Star. She doesn't deserve that kind of treatment and I much prefer her cheerful support to your sarcasm anyway."

"You called me Grandpa."

"No, really?" Raven's own sarcasm was simply oozing. Robin made a gurgling noise and twitched again. "Well, it's not as though I'm lying. Robin is your kid; I'm having his kid, therefore your grandkid. So yes, Grandpa. Are you following me so far?"

Bruce sighed, he couldn't argue that point. "Is he at least making an honest woman out of you?"

"You mean like what you did with all the women you slept with?" Raven asked dryly. By this time, Starfire had called in Cyborg who brought the defibrillator (quick note: a piece of medical technology to restart your heart). Robin had apparently gone into cardiac arrest.

"I see, the type to live in sin, then?"

"You have no idea," Raven drawled. Suddenly a small smile graced Bruce's features. He then spoke to Robin.

"You sure know how to pick 'em. This one's quite a mouth."

"Gee…thanks," Raven muttered. Robin made no reply. Bruce continued.

"Bring her around to Gotham sometime soon. I'd like to meet her properly." Then the screen went blank.

A few moments later, Robin croaked out a "sure" from his place on the floor.

Two weeks later, Robin had convinced Cyborg to let him use the T-Car. The mechanical man was worried for his "baby" and stuffed the entire backseat with emergency bags to combat Raven's continuing morning sickness. Robin, on the other hand, liberally stocked the car with sprites and saltine crackers.

Raven appreciated the stomach settling food items, but was less than impressed with the plastic bags. She expressed her displeasure by methodically disassembling an engine on the T-Sub.

The two left the tower late in the afternoon. In their wake was Cyborg, sobbing over his engine, Starfire, cheerfully waving good-bye, and Beastboy who was paying more attention to his handheld game console.

Robin looked very worried. "Don't worry," Raven hesitantly assured, "We'll only be gone today and tomorrow. Jump City will still be standing when we return." She left the "I hope" unsaid, but it seemed to speak volumes anyway and Robin did not relax. Raven sighed and turned to look out the window, damning her hormones and emotions for making her feel so sensitive. If Robin was going to be like that, it would be a long ride.

Raven's feelings of nausea, distress and resignation ebbed and flowed against Robin's mind and he felt guilty. None of his worries were really her fault. He sought to open the lines of communication. A conversation started the day before came to mind. He decided to reopen it.

"You know," he began quietly so as not to startle her, "we never did figure out the nursery arrangements." Raven turned to look at him with relief and appreciation evident on her face.

"We could always convert the evidence room down the hall." Raven's voice was perfectly level and nearly her whole countenance spoke of being quite serious. Robin studied her for a moment to find the tell-tale glint in her eyes. When he found it, he laughed softly.

"Wouldn't the book room do just as well?" he asked. Raven leaned back in her seat and appeared to consider it.

"I suppose it could be appropriate. After all, this child was conceived there." The tips of Robin's ears turned pink and he gave her a quizzical look. "Surely you remember that night," Raven remarked.

"Of course I do," Robin muttered. "As I recall, my back was sore for three days and your book of Azar left an imprint in my leg."

"That was also the night I simultaneously stopped being a virgin and started being pregnant." Robin looked startled.

"Wouldn't that mean…" he trailed off, seeking the right question.

"That I miscalculated?" Raven supplied. "Yes. By the time I told you, I was already eight weeks along. Now I'm just over eleven weeks."

"Just shy of three months," Robin calculated. Raven nodded.

"Glad to see you can still do your math," she quipped. Robin rolled his eyes good naturedly.

"So, this means you'd be due in how many months?" he asked. She shrugged.

"I suppose it would be a standard human gestation."

"Why is that?"

"Demons don't technically reproduce," she explained, "They just combine a piece of their soul with another's to create a separate being."

"So this would mean you're due sometime in the next six months," Robin clarified.

"Probably, yes," Raven answered.

"That's not a lot of time."

"It's plenty of time, don't go freaking out on me yet."

"It still means that we have to find a obstetrician, a pediatrician, birthing classes, make appointments for checkups and figure out the nursery," Robin listed off everything he could thing of, only pausing when he saw the look on Raven's face. "What?"

"Didn't I just tell you not to freak out? Listen, we don't have to worry about a lot of that for awhile. Besides, I don't need doctors and I'm not taking these classes you're talking about. I don't do group efforts, and my emotions are honestly better than any doctor. They know me inside and out."

"Alright," Robin conceded, "but please, appease my obsessive compulsive streak and at least help me figure out the sleeping arrangements."

"It's simple," Raven said calmly, "we'll convert the storage room that Starfire sleeps next to into a room for her child, and we'll convert your room for ours."

"Bwha?" he asked intelligently. He was slightly floored. Apparently, Raven saw fit to just oust him and leave him roomless.

"Think about it," she said simply, "you practically live in my room as it is. Let's just formalize the arrangement and move on with our lives."

"What about my stuff?" Robin protested.

"Oh, I thought we'd have a ceremonial burning, of course," Raven answered flatly. Robin looked completely horrified. "Robin," she said in mild concern, "I was kidding, and put your eyes back on the road or you may make all of these points quite moot by killing us."

"Right, right," he said quickly and returned his attention to the highway. "So what will we do with my stuff?"

"It'll be moved into our room. We'll rearrange the room to accommodate everything that is necessary. Then Cyborg can add a private door between the rooms since they're side by side."

"Are you honestly ready to give up your sanctuary of privacy?"

"Well, I'm already sharing my body, and frequently a bed, why not a room?"

"So you're sure you're okay with it," Robin pressed.

"Yes," she affirmed

"Why are you so sure?" he asked.

"Because I love you." There was silence for a moment. Then Robin spoke again.

"I love you too, but that was pretty high on the sap-o-meter."

"I blame it on the hormones," Raven deadpanned.

"I think you've finally gone mushy on me," he cooed in a teasing voice.

"Keep it up and you're sleeping on the couch tonight, and several nights to come if it suits me," Raven warned.

"Rae, dear, there are probably a hundred rooms in the Wayne Manor. It's going to be very hard to kick me out of bed."

"I promise it won't stop me."

The next few miles were driven in a companionable silence. However Robin, who was feeling both random and impish, decided to talk again. "So, if this kid's a girl, can we paint her room hot pink?" His only answer was Raven's hand smacking him in the back of his head.

The rest of the drive continued in a similar manner, moving between comfortable silences and loving banter. It continued mostly uninterrupted until they arrived at the Wayne Manor. Robin once again fell into his tense nervousness and even Raven felt more anxious than usual. Bruce never had said how he felt about the "Grandpa" remark, and now they were visiting him in his home where there would be no witnesses.

Well, there's chapter eight all finished for you. I'm already working on chapter nine, so I'm sure I will update sooner next time. For anyone wondering about Returning, I'll be posting a chapter of that soon as well. Thank you all for your patience. I hope you have enjoyed this chapter. Until next time! Sora out.